Leave Me Alone

I'm The Patron Saint Of The Denial

*Michael*

“WAKE THE FUCK UP,” Alex yelled while hitting me with a pillow. I groggily open my eyes and look up to see him standing over me and Jack off to the side eating a burrito in only his boxers.

“Good,” Alex says, “get ready for school!”

“I’m not going, now go away” I respond before stuffing my face back into my pillow.

“Oh you bet your ass you are. I know you remember what you did last night. You need go talk to him and tell him you like him or whatever. This is why we don’t give you beer,” Alex trailed off while getting a bowl of cereal

“It’s not like I’m an alcoholic! Not that I could be, having to take care of Oli all the time,” I call to him from the couch I was still laying on, “Of course I remember and that’s exactly why I don’t wanna go. Why I’m not going.”

“Michael, just come to school with us. If you don’t graduate then you won’t have a chance when you try to win custody of Oli,” Alex says, his voice getting softer towards the end. My eyes slide to Jack, who’s been sitting there, daydreaming most likely, during the whole exchange.

“And what do you think, Jack?” I call to him, jolting him back to reality.

“I think that he’s right. Your parents will rip you to shreds in court if you don’t graduate. Plus you need to stop being a little bitch.”

I groan into the pillow but get up and head to Alex’s room to get some clothes.

“What the fuck? Why doesn’t he listen to me? I’m older!!” I hear Alex tell Jack. I don’t listen to what Jack tells him as I pull on a black All Time Low shirt, a random pair of black skinny jeans, and my black combat boots. I walk downstairs to find the kitchen empty. Assuming they went to the car already, I lock the door and walk to the car to find my two friends making out in the front seat of Alex’s car.

“Can you fucking not?” I shout as I hit the glass window, making them spring apart before Jack rolls down the window,

“You’re just mad because little Luke isn’t here for you to kiss” Jack laughs as he slips back into his own seat.

“I don’t like Luke,” I mutter as I jump in the backseat. Alex starts the car and Green Day blasts out of the speaker

-I’m the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Raised in a city in a halo of lights

Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimized

I’m the patron saint of the denial

With an angel face and a taste for suicidal-

“Hey! Saint of denial! That sounds like you, Michael!” Jack shouts over the music. I mumble a shut up before singing along with the music on the way to school because who wouldn’t? It’s fucking Green Day! When Alex pulls into a parking space right in front of the school I see Luke right by the front doors with Ashton and that one kid. Carlos? Caleb? Oh whatever, it doesn’t matter. There’s no getting out of talking to him now. Wait. He’s going inside! Yes! My happiness is short lived, however, because Jack shoves me in the direction of the building,

“Remember what I said about not being a little bitch? Yeah, go find him idiot”

“Fine, whatever” I mumble as I begin walking up to the building

“Oh and Michael? I will ask Luke in maths if you’ve talked to him so don’t try anything,” Jack calls out to me. I curse him out under my breath as I make my way into the building in search of Luke. I really hope he’s alone. Ashton will probably beat me into a coma if he thinks I’m trying to hurt his precious Luke. Luckily, I find Luke, and only Luke, at his locker.

“Luke,” I call out, making my way down the hall towards him. He freezes and I can see him curse under his breath before he turns to face me,

“Yes, Michael?” he mutters

“I need to talk to you, come on,” I begin to drag him to the nearest broom closet despite his protesting

“What the do you want? Come back for more?” he smugly asks with a shit eating grin on his face

“Wha-no! Fuck off Hemmings, I was drunk!”

“Yeah I could tell. I had to go home and wash the taste of your Bud Light out of my mouth. It was disgusting,” he tells me, wiping his hand across his mouth as if he could still taste it. I didn’t even know what to say to him in the first place, so I did what I was best at. I started to poke fun at him,

“Aw has little Lukey never tasted beer before? What, does mommy not let you?” I sneered out the lame insult

“Oh no, I’ve tasted beer. I’m more of a vodka man myself though,” he smirked. How do you respond to that? Like what the fuck? Is that suppose to mean something to me or what?

“Alright Hemmings, let me cut to the chase. I don’t like you. I was drunk and you were there. That was a one time thing so don’t expect it to happen again,” I tell him. He gets this look on his face and right as I’m about to just walk out of the closet, he surges forward and presses his lips to  mine. Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhattheactualfuck. His lips are moving on mine and I’m frozen for a little bit until I decide, what the hell? So I kiss him back. His hands are on my face and he pulls back,

“Just a one time thing?” and that stupid grin is on his face again. He presses another, much shorter, kiss to my lips before he leaves the closet. I’m left there dumbfounded with my fingers lightly touching my mouth,

“What the fuck just happened?”

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I’m really sorry it took so long to post this. I’ve had so much work lately and having a mini writer’s block accompanying my lack of free time just made it worse. The chapter is up now though! So that’s good right? This was the first chapter from Michael’s point of view so I hope you guys liked that. I’m kind of second guessing the ending I had planned. I’m not sure if I should go through with it or not. Anyways, the lyrics from this chapter are from:

St. Jimmy by Green Day